Training Wu Zhou

() Tang Guan, a writer who doesn't even have the qualifications to hit the streets, is the most common and down-and-out among the unknown number of online novel writers today.

He also had a great dream of literature, which meant that he could ascend to the throne of God and call the wind and rain from then on. For this reason, he rented a toilet near the headquarters of the literary website. That's right, it was a toilet, a toilet that had been modified to barely accommodate people.

The reason why he can bear it is because he is fed up with opening the author's email every day with full expectations, but closing the website in disappointment.

The fan on his head kept turning, and Tang Guan felt anxious all over his heart. He looked at the desk and flipped through the manuscript he had printed out with his last living expenses, full of anticipation.

This is how many times he personally handed in the words he worked so hard to type,

"Mr. Tang, as a newcomer, you can write smoothly and leave suspense at the end, which is already very good."

"Then...then I can sign the contract!?"

"but..."

"But what?"

"Well...ah, there is still an outline for this opening chapter, um..."

“Is there anything else that needs to be improved?”

"Yeah"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tang, I advise you to find another job"

"Kacha", the editor-in-chief's thunderous sound shocked Tang Guan.

"Why!? Edit, please take a closer look

"Mr. Tang, calm down." Looking at the excited Tang Guan, the editor-in-chief was quite surprised.

"Look at the protagonist who travels through time at the beginning of the chapter. He has no father and no mother. There is no moral pressure or sense of disobedience during time travel! Does Chapter 2 have cheats? And Chapter 3 is tortured to death!"

"Master Editor-in-Chief! I'm very talented! When I was a few years old, I could recite [-] Tang poems proficiently. If you don't believe me, I'll recite it to you!"

"Goose, goose, song to the sky"

"Mr. Tang, please don't act like this"

"White hair floats in green water, anthurium dials clear water"

"security guard!"

......

"Ah!" Tang Guan, who was almost out of control, was thrown out of the door by the security guard along with his manuscript.

But Tang Guan didn't get up, his eyes gradually became dull, this society is like this, talent may really be a wall, some people can break it with perseverance, some people don't even have perseverance.

Tremblingly, he collected the manuscripts scattered on the ground. He was penniless, not even enough to pay for the bus ride. He had no strengths as a junior college graduate, but he desperately wanted face.

Rent, water and electricity, and even the simplest meals have become problems. In this society, no one will starve to death, only lazy people will be starved to death. Tang Guan is not lazy, but his heart is higher than the sky, and his life is thinner than paper. I thought that those who can work hard can rule others, but I never thought of being a laborer who was discriminated against in the past.

The distraught Tang Guan was walking on the street, looking at the laughing couples in the past, his envious look flashed by. He also had a failed love, which may not even be called love. After witnessing his girlfriend's betrayal, Tang Guan still There is no despair of childhood dreams, including being turned away for the nth time at this time.

The streets of the city, the neon lights at night, the famous cars passing by, the glamorous pedestrians, everything does not belong to Tang Guan, he is like a stumbling homeless man walking on the street.

He stopped and walked, but fortunately he lived not too far from here, and stopped in front of an old apartment unit after a while.

"Bang bang bang" Tang Guan knocked on the rusty anti-theft door.

He didn't have the key to this door, only the roommate who shared the main room and the second bedroom had it.

"Kangdang" the door was opened, a young man with a bare back looked at Tang Guan who was in a state of despair, and grinned.

"Yo, the toilet guy is back, failed again?"

Tang Guan ignored his roommate's ridicule and walked into the room slowly.

Toilet boy is the nickname given to him by two roommates. Although the law has prohibited isolation and group living, these young people from all over the world must accept reality while having dreams.

Get out of the city that can provide a chance, or go to the future that is unclear, there will always be people who will take risks, not to mention that this is not illegal, but the place where he lives is a bit weird.

"Toilet boy, the landlord has come to demand money again, you owe it for more than a month"

"Understood." Tang Guan shook the manuscript in his hand, and walked to his "toilet".

One advantage of living in the toilet is that when he is there, roommates have to knock on the door if they want to use the toilet.

Pushing open the toilet door, after Tang Guan's careful cleaning every day, there was no such stench as imagined. There was a bed, a toilet, and a sink in the small space, which was all he had.

Tang Guan carefully put the manuscript into a cardboard box next to the bed, and then lay on his back on the bed as if paralyzed.

Turning his head, Tang Guan took out a book of three hundred Tang poems that had already turned yellow from under the pillow, and opened them countless times.

"Grandpa, is it really so difficult to be a literati?"

Tang Guan muttered to himself, when he was young, his parents were at odds and divorced, and he grew up dependent on his grandfather. Apart from the due alimony, he only met his parents in vague memories.

But grandpa is an old intellectual, a literati of the last century, with strong bones, he has been taught by his grandpa since he was a child, read, read, and learned the principles of life.

But his grandfather's reasoning made him so downcast now. Looking at the three hundred children's version of Tang poems that his grandfather had personally ordered when he was young, tears blurred his vision.

"If you don't bow down for five buckets of rice, who in this era can't bow down?" Tang Guan seldom shed tears, but choked up softly.

Tang Guan, who does not study mathematics, physics and chemistry, but only loves some ancient Chinese books, once imagined that one day he could travel back to ancient times like the protagonist in his works. Maybe he is also a number one scholar and a literary master.

But this is a digital age, and economic science is the only criterion for measuring society. Tang Guan's literary dreams for many years finally began to waver, and he began to question his grandfather's literati principles.

Tang Guan went to school late, and it was not easy for his grandfather, who had already been buried at this time, to raise him with a little subsidy. Tang Guan, who was extremely partial to subjects, finally managed to be admitted to a specialist by relying on his brilliant composition.

The crying stopped abruptly, no one would sympathize with him, it was because he was not up to date, maybe as the editor said, talent is a wall, and I really have no talent.

Tang Guan stood up unsteadily, holding three hundred Tang poems in his hand, and pushed open the toilet door.

"Toilet boy, where are you going?"

The roommate who was watching TV was also a little surprised to see that Tang Guan was going out so late.

"I'm going out for a walk, don't leave the door open for me"

Tang Guan responded with dull eyes, and walked out the door after speaking.

Looking at the stairs leading to the roof, Tang Guan climbed up slowly.

It was quiet all around, except for the noisy cars downstairs, Tang Guan finally broke out.

"My God! Why are you being so unfair to me!?"

"Why am I useless!"

"Why am I not talented!?"

"why why!?"

Questioning, anger echoing, some people say that people who commit suicide are cowardly people who dare not face reality, but no one has ever thought about how many blows a person who commits suicide has to go through before thinking of committing suicide.

But at this time Tang Guan was cowardly, and the meaningless repetition made him unable to bear it anymore, and walked to the edge with heavy steps.

The floor is not high, only seven or eight floors, but it is definitely enough to kill one person.

One foot has already been stepped out, and the other hand is tightly clutching the three hundred Tang poems in his hand.

"Boy, what are you doing here?"

Suddenly an old man's voice pulled Tang Guan back from the brink of death, Tang Guan turned his head to look, and at some point there was another person on the roof.

It was an old man with gray hair and cloudy eyes, looking at Tang Guan with a smile.

"Master, I'm here to get some air, this place is dangerous, please go home quickly"

"I seem to have heard you calling you scolding God just now, young man, aren't you going to commit suicide?"

Hearing this, Tang Guan quickly put away his already stepped foot. He knew what the old man saw and wanted to save him, but he was determined to die and just wanted to send the old man away as soon as possible.

"Just yelling, uncle, do you live in this unit too, why haven't I seen you before?"

"Oh, I've been, I've been"

"Master, it's getting late, I'll take you home"

Seeing that the old man was unmoved, Tang Guan wanted to send him away and come up to end his life.

"Young man, if you have any difficulties, just say it, and someone will help you if you say it."

Tang Guan was taken aback when he heard the words, his grandfather often said these words, so he couldn't help but froze.

"Young man, you scold God for being unfair and not giving you talent. If you are really given talent, are you sure you can live a better life than now?"

Tang Guan nodded heavily upon hearing this.

"Are you really that confident?"

Although he felt that the old man's words were weird, Tang Guan was determined to die, and he had already ignored it, pondered for a moment, and nodded again.

"Hehe, sleep, when you wake up you will have talent, the best talent"

"Sleep, lad"

"You..." Tang Guan looked at the old man, suddenly felt dazed, fell down, still holding three hundred Tang poems in his hand, and fell straight down the stairs.

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